I saw you in my hand You’re jumping on my fingers Than sitting in my head You’re screaming like a fear Ooh, but if I can forget It’s nothing means Because you are fucking fiction In my shattered dreams
And when the heaven gets me With plastic bottle of 7 up You’ll be waiting on a circus cloud In the brains of mystic crowd
You’re looking inside my eyes And watching my cartoons Than dancing, drink with smile Can watching your «good looks» Ooh, but if I can forget It’s nothing means Because you are fucking fiction In my shattered dreams